Allegra Orsini's dreams are all
coming true. She's making her debut at the Metropolitan Opera-and
marrying Davison Cabot Berkeley, the brilliant billionaire and
masterful lover who's unlocked her most secret desires. From the
glittering lights of the opera hall to the sultry shadows of a
honeymoon suite, Allegra has all she's ever wanted . . . until one
moment changes everything.

As despair darkens their once perfect world, Allegra pulls away from
everything and everyone she's ever loved, including Davison. But
Davison refuses to give up on her-or the pure, raw passion that still
burns between them. Allegra may have lost herself, but Davison knows
right where she belongs, and he's determined to prove it to her.

If you read the books, you will know the significance of apricot
colored roses
(Photo courtesy of Flick & kkimpel)

Excerpt

Allegra

Watching my fiancé, Davison
Cabot Berkeley, standing in front of the mirror in his walk-in closet
adjusting his bow tie while wearing a custom-tailored black tuxedo is
an exercise in torture.
Exquisite torture.
He stands ramrod straight, his emerald
eyes, full of determination and focus, practically etching a mark in
the glass. His chiseled jaw is locked. He wants to look perfect, and
all I want to do is rip off the tie, pull apart his pristine white
tuxedo shirt, sending its buttons scattering across the closet floor
like pebbles, slam my lips over his, and plunge my tongue into his
mouth. Then, once his broad, muscled chest presents itself to me, I’ll
run my tongue and hands over it down to the bulge enveloped in the
soft, silky fabric of his trousers, unzip them, and sink to the carpet
until my knees hit as I take his hot, velvety cock into my mouth and…
“If you don’t stop ogling me like that,
Venus, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you right here in this closet.”
His declaration snaps me back to the
present, which works so effortlessly when he says it addressing me with
his preferred nickname for me, and with that low rumble in his voice
that makes me wet at the sound of it.
“I didn’t realize you saw me standing
here.”
He pivots to me to stare at me full-on.
“Baby, I don’t have to see you to know you’re near me. I just know.”
I smile. “Goes both ways, Harvard.”
His eyes warm at the sound of the term
of endearment I use only for him. “Come here,” his voice beckons, my
pussy aching at the sound of his insistence.
I step over to him. He positions me in
front of the mirror with him behind me, his warm breath in my ear.
Finally, after a pause, I hear him take
in a breath. He runs his hands over my dress, a deep red strapless gown
that matches the ruby ring I always wear on my right hand, the one
Davison gave me in Venice when we rode under the Bridge of Sighs in the
gondola.
“God, you’re so beautiful. How did I get
so fucking lucky?” he murmurs in my ear, gripping my body tightly to
his.
“What can I say? You’re a very good boy.”
The warmth of his lips descends on my
neck as his mouth begins to suck softly on my flesh. “Ha! Hardly!” he
mumbles under his breath.
My head lolls back onto his shoulder,
savoring the feel of his touch. “Hmm, you might have a point there.”
I can feel his heartbeat increasing
against my back. My core clenches as I grow more aroused with each pull
of his lips on my neck. His hands roam over my chest, holding my
breasts in his hands. His body vibrates behind me in a low moan as his
thumbs stroke my nipples, which instantly harden under my dress.
The sound of a phone pinging in the
bedroom forces Davison to pull away, both of us groaning in annoyance.
I sigh. “I think it’s mine.”
Davison follows me back into the bedroom
and watches over my shoulder as I pick up my phone, grunting his
annoyance. “Christ, can’t he leave you alone for five minutes?”
I exhale in exasperation as I watch him
pick up his wallet and phone from the nightstand. “We have to leave in
five minutes,” he announces.

I'm
a proud author of contemporary erotic romance. I write the Davison
& Allegra series for Forever Yours. The third book in the
series,
FOREVER WITH HIM, will be released on August 4, 2015.

Growing
up in Maplewood, New Jersey, I was a good Catholic girl who never
misbehaved. If only the nuns could see me now-writing erotic romance
with gorgeous Alpha heroes, strong women, and smoking hot sex scenes! I
reside in New York City. I love film, travel, museums, and I'm addicted
to "Scandal" and "How to Get Away with Murder." I'm also slightly
obsessed with European royals and reruns of "Battle of the Network
Stars" every Monday night on ESPN Classic.

Once a month, I watch "North and South" to hear Richard Armitage say,
"Look back. Look back at me."

Sofia Tate shows you in pictures rather than words who she is, so head
on over to her webpage and check her out in her about me
section.

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